Criminal Minds Fanfiction Crossover Novels & Stories

I moved my face closer to the crook of her neck, intending to just scent her, but the pull was so violent that I felt my jaw unhinging and my skin heating up to an unbearable degree, and I could feel her heart racing even faster now. "Riley, stop, you're losing control and you're going to regret this if you don't back up right now," she warned, and her voice wasn't shaky anymore, it was cold and steady, like she was counting down the seconds until she had to strike. I was too far gone to listen, and I felt my fingers turning into claws as I gripped her waist, but just as I was about to let the shift take me completely, I felt something sharp and cold press against the soft skin of my throat.

“Family don’t betray each other, Aria. Not even by mistake. A betrayal in this world would cost so many people their lives, so it’s better to end it quick and fast.” I fell back on the couch with another sigh. “This must be a lot for you to handle, isn’t it?” he asked, leaning back with me. I nodded. “I was almost kidnapped yesterday, and today I’m finding out that the man I’m… I’m growing to love lives a dangerous life as a mafia boss. Do you know I called him a murderer just a few hours ago?” I breathed, sitting upright again. “I said so many harsh things that I don’t even know how to take back… or if I should take them back.”

I reminded her calmly, “you already had blood on your hands. You were already dealing. Already killing.” Her face paled. “And I loved you anyway,” I went on. “I loved you when you were already broken.” I leaned closer, forcing her to hold my gaze. “I was the only man who ever did.” Her lips parted, but no sound came out. “Damien won’t,” I said softly. “He can’t. He doesn’t even know who you really are.” I studied her eyes—wide, terrified, fighting not to crumble. “You’re a criminal,” I said flatly. “And soon, you’ll be wanted by the cops.”

They were hunting for my jugular. They had bypassed my armor and found the one thing in this world that could make me hesitate. The one thing that could make me bleed. I stared into the dark, suffocating corners of the office, my mind racing through a mental Rolodex of every man I’d ever crossed, every rival I’d stepped over. Who could this be. *** AUTHOR NOTE Thanks so much for reading this chapter! I had a lot of fun diving deeper into Malaki's head for this scene. I'd love to hear what you think of the story so far your feedback and 'likes' truly make my day! See you in the next chapter.

I pray I am playing the part well. “After You’ve Gone” begins to play and I close my eyes and allow the words to crash down upon me. The mental image moves around me and I am no longer here, no longer on this dance floor with these dangerous people. I am only a bird, free and angelic, flying somewhere far away. “Open your eyes,” Comes the demand and I am suddenly back, shackled and empty. Domenico stands there, a look of contempt on his face. His fingers are wrapped around a glass of whiskey, certainly not his first of the night. I pray he is not a violent drunk.

she says with a chuckle, before scribbling another list. Mafia/Crime Lord: Mafia Boss Drug Lord Smuggler Cartel Leader Money Launderer I laugh. “Yeah, definitely keeping the first four, but money launderer sounds too... boring for a dark romance. Where’s the thrill?” Jenni nods in agreement and starts on another list. I watch as she meticulously writes out the next category. Obsessive Lover: Bodyguard Psychiatrist or Therapist Business Tycoon with control issues Ex-Military or Mercenary

The memory was beginning to fade as I tightened my grip around my mate's mind, the thought of giving Cian a migraine occurred to me in a split moment and yet I needed the information that only he could provide, the thought of entering another wolves mind this deeply sickened me. The faced from around him became a blur as he focused on my unconscious body within his arms, the presence from around us seemed to double as judgmental eyes filled their nonexistent faces.

My eyes diverted to Chris. Chris rolled his eyes and walked out. Damien shook his head at him walking away. Those two had some weird bromance going on between them. Hopefully it could help me merge my family with Hope's. I can't let her worry about us not working; it's not a possibility that we didn't work. "Ok, talk." 'Only through our mind link so we know no one hears us. We need to release our prisoner. Ryker and Chris are here to kill us.' I just blurted it out. I needed this to be washed away already so I knew my future was secure with my mate.

Did I really want him to do the search I had asked him to do? Was I ready to find out which pack I belonged to? What if I was a member of Crimson Pack? What if I was an abused member? Was I ready to return to the abuse I had apparently escaped from? Was I ready to give up the comfort and care Rowena and Xander showered me with? And if I was a criminal, was I ready to get back to jail? Maybe this was like giving me the chance to have a new start. I placed both of my hands on the back of my head, attempting to silence my screaming mind, but this was hard.

The string pulls. ​I squeezed my eyes shut, pressing the heels of my hands against my forehead. I was losing my mind. That was the only logical explanation. Five years of drowning in guilt had finally fractured my psyche. My wolf, starved of a mate and desperate for a connection, had hallucinated a bond snap with a heavily armored, masked mercenary. ​A male mercenary. A warlord who had just publicly humiliated me in the mud.